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Topic: [KSM] To Switch a Pirate (Read 14197 times)

Dantares was seething with anger. He felt like calling 'bull ****' on the fact that apparently some small rocks just nullified the Source's flagship battlecruiser, but Dantares continued on. The Resonator was going to be pissed when he found out what it had taken to capture a simple pirate. His fingers dug into his chair as he barked orders, "Blow off their damn guns! Disable their engines! I want that ship shredded as much as possible without killing Suul!" The Trojan frigate's crew obeyed, and unleashed careful shots, ripping across the Destruction's hull to destroy the weapons, and one shot slicing through the rear. Soon, the Destruction was practically helpless, as Dantares stood and stomped towards the shuttle bay, "We're boarding the bastards. Team, to the shuttle. Make sure you put on your space suits."

Within minutes, Dantares, the team, and twenty Daeluush soldiers were flying towards the Destruction. The dropship approached the ship's rear, spun about, and opened its shielded door to keep the gravity on and air in. The group launched themselves from the dropship, and made their way into the Destruction through holes and breaks created by the engine-disabling round. The soldiers split into two teams of seven each, with six devoted to Dantares's team. They quickly began to push forward, shoving bodies and metal out of their way, before making their way into pressurized section of the Destruction.

Ugal removed the painkiller needle from his arm. It had only taken a matter of seconds to get his quick fix, but in that small window of time, a lot of things had happened. Several shots had ripped through the Destruction and then the boarding alarm had sounded. At first, Ugal had someone had mistakenly assumed that an enemy was onboard until he saw unfamiliar figures moving down one of the hallways. He ducked away, unseen, taking a different path to his objective. He couldn't be bothered by them at this moment in time.

Ugal continued down another hallway, his weapon ready just in case the boarders showed up around one of the corners. Things were a bit hectic, and more than once he had to change his course due to unforeseen obstacles. Eventually Ugal arrived where he needed to be, a small room that was dark and cool. This was the computer center, located at the center of the ship for maximum protection. If the bridge was the brain and the engine the legs, then this room was definitely the heart of the ship. It kept everything in working condition so that the crew could go about their daily business without having to worry about whether or not they'd have air to breath.

Now Ugal was no real expert when it came to computers, but he knew what he was doing in this case. The information that Suul had acquired from the nondescript Source ship had been placed in a special place where only a few members of the crew knew about it. Ugal was one of those few. On Suul's orders no copies had been made for fear that this would tamper with the evidence and therefore nullify the value of the contents. And for that reason, this single small data tablet was very valuable, and probably the reason the Source were after them right now. That, or they just really hated pirates.

Either way, Ugal went about the short process of retrieving the data from the mainframe system.

At the other end of the ship, Suul was just coming out of surgery, and it wasn't a very pleasant experience. The Destruction continued to shudder after several more shots ripped into the hull, eliminating various important parts of the ship. That never felt good to a captain. And so no one looked down on Suul when he vomited over the side of his bed after sitting up.

"Things aren't good, are they?" he asked the nearest pirate, who simply shook his head no. "How bad?"

"We're the only ones left and there are apparently enemies aboard ship," the same pirate replied, handing Suul a small rag which he used to wipe his mouth clean.

"Damn..." Suul trailed off, closing his eyes as he did so. "Looks like this is the end then." Suul swung his legs over the side of the bed getting ready to stand up. That's when he remembered that one of his legs had been blown off. Looking down he saw a metal peg in place of his leg. Suul marveled at it for a moment. "You don't see that everyday... I like it." And with that he was standing up, albeit a bit unsteadily as he got used to his new appendage.

"Boys, you've done well," Suul said, looking to everyone in the room. "But now I think it's about time that we got off this ship. I sure will miss her."

The Source teams' boarding procedures primarily went as expected elsewhere across the ship. The few hold outs remaining have mostly been taken out, both from the team's personal efforts as well as the extensive internal damage caused by the Source ships' incessant bombardment of the Destruction.

Zuron and the rest pushed further into the bowels of the ship, gunning down any obstacles which tried to hinder their advance. The lighter forms of resistance were dealt with swift and sudden strikes which proved effective in the tight corridors which ran through the entire vessel. The hardier ones, on the other hand, succumbed to a stream of focused fire supported by the heavier guns of the boarding team.

They were well on their way to Suul's current location, though it still wasn't as clear cut as one would desire. Navigating through the half-wasted Destruction was a challenge in and of itself as various obstacles appeared in the form of fallen supports and components. Several times the team took to blasting their way through walls of smoldering debris to cross the vessel quicker. They had to if they wanted to catch their mark before he got off the burning ship.